Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.